Those "For the good of Arkansas" ads are really starting to cheese me off. A couple of weeks ago, I received a call from a friend, asking if I'd like to have her beautiful Ameraucana (the "Easter Egg Chicken") hens. It seems that Chesapeake set up camp on the lot next door, cut down all the trees, installed a drill, and much more. The constant noise, she said, was too upsetting for her much-loved birds, and she'd made the decision to let them go to a new home rather than continue to see them stressed out on a daily basis. She was in tears over the decision, but couldn't see any other humane option. She kept her more laid-back Orpington and other hens, who didn't seem as bothered by the 24/7 racket next door.I was totally unprepared for the scene at my friend's home when I went to pick up the five hens. The first thing that hit me like a punch in the face was the NOISE. Dear God, the noise. I couldn't believe that noise like that could even be LEGAL in a residential neighborhood. It was deafening, and non-stop. We couldn't have a normal conversation, but had to shout at each other the entire time.Moving around to the back yard, you find the defaced acreage next door. There's no escaping it, actually. Apparently, promises were made on the front end...promises of visual screening, noise-baffling, etc. Those promises were not kept. This picture was taken as I stood next to my friend's tidy, adorable chicken coop.